December 26, 2006

To relate all the interesting bits about Christmas this year, I should just send you over to Maria’s journal, since we were at her house on Christmas Eve, and she captured the best parts, for example, the ham flying off of Tallulah’s fork onto my breast. I had told that girl many times to be careful about waving her fork around when she’s got ham on it, but she was excited, and so the ham finally did fly off. Directly onto my black-clad breast. Which aroused a few moments of amusing, be-careful-where-you-put-your-ham banter around the table.

The children greatly enjoyed their presents, and they got a number of good-quality, interesting stuff this year. But other than their joy (which is precious to me) not much else about this time of year is causing much happiness in me. To quote one Sufjan Stevens, “that was the worst Christmas ever.”

Here’s hoping 2007 is a good year. Though I know it’s going to be tough. I think I’m actually going to make a few very well thought out resolutions this year.

December 23, 2006

It’s been a while since I put a mix up for downloading. This is an end of autumn, oh look Christmas is almost here mix, culled, as usual, almost note for note from my Song o’ the Day postings. Plus two surprise songs that I’ve been listening to a lot this fall. Cheers!

December 11, 2006

I’ve been trying to stay busy.

Thursday – Asobi Seksu w/ Glissade and Veronique Diabolique show at Local 506 (shoegaze bliss)
Friday – the Gondoliers playing at Wetlands (instant garage rock dance party)
Saturday – dance party at Hell (wasn’t feeling it this time, but the company was good)

And I’m going to New York for a few days later this week. I’ll be staying with Roman. I can’t wait. I just need to leave town and all my obligations, hopes, fears, responsibilities behind for a few days.

I purchased a Christmas tree this weekend, and the children decorated it. This is the first year with children that decorating the tree was relaxing. I purchased two skirts, two sweaters, and a blazer/jacket sort of thing for myself for Christmas (among other sundry gifts for other people), and NOT A SINGLE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING IS BLACK.

I spent the whole drive back from Matilda’s preschool this morning obsessing over the difference in pronunciation between “reh-gay” and “ray-gay.”